New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-05-08
TIE COWBOY.
From The cheyenne sun.

From The cheyenne sun.
"Wha. caro- /, what cars he,
What cares tho world Of the life VIC know;
Little they rrck OF the shadowless plains,
The sheteress mesa, the sun ana me me, rams in
With his broad sombrero
Ills worn chapparei0s
And clinhins spurs,
Where tho Wild bull feeds; ,
And no laughs, ha ha!-who cares VINO CalcS'
puddy and brown. careless and free
A King in tho saddle-ho rides at VIII - .v,
DER tho mcasurcless range where raiely cnanso
The swart gray plains 50 oU wsI WoS S still
With his sOuch sombrero'
His torn chapparelos,
Like Ccntaur no speeds.
Whero tho Wild bull feeds; 1900,
And bo laughs, La, ha.-who cares VINO cares
Ito OF the towns he OF the East,
Tas only a vague, dull thought OF him
In his far-oG dreams the cowboy seems
mythical thing, thing ne ucens
A hun or n Goth a swar ana gtHht
" With his stained sombrero'
His rough chapparlOs'
Aud climbing spurs;
Iiko a Centaur ne speeds,
Where the wild bull feeds, ,
And no laughs, la, Lal-who cares VINO cares'
Often alone, his saddle throne, ,,.
uo scans like shok the numberiess heru' ,.,,
Whcro the bunalo-grass and the s Sac s; u'S
In tho hot white glare OF ciOuuless shy'
And tho music OF streams Is never heard
With his gay sombrer0
His brown chapIanlOs,
And climbing spurs;
IIko Centaur no speeds,
Where tho wild bun feeds; 1880,
And no laughs, ha, hal-who cares VINO cares'
Swift and strong. and ever alert, ...
Yet sometimes no rests on the dreary Nas., ,o,
And his thoughts, like the thoughtS Oh o'her ni'p
Go back to his childhood days again,
And many q loved one In tho past
With his gay somDrero'
His rude chaplaieJ0s,
And climbing spurs;
II0 rests awhile, .
With n tear and smile, ,
Ana bo laughs. Ia, hal-WhO cares, VINO CdIcS'
Sometimes his mood from solitude
Uurfies him, needless of TO the town. x,.
Where mirth AMI wine through tne goo,o' 'hni',
And trcachcrous sirens twist ana swing
tho lasso that often brings him down;
With his soaked sombrero'
His rent chappareJ0s,
And climbing spurs;
IIo stagCcrs back
on tho homeward track. -
And shouts 20 tho plans-whO cares, who cares'
On his bronchos back he sways and swings
Vet mad and wild with tho city Iuno'
Ills pace is the pace OF the song ,6 M S'i cEngs
M NJ , ,ho Wicked stencil OF the harlots room,
With his ragged sombrefo'
His torn chappareJOs,
His rowcl-less spurs,
JIo da shes amain
Through tho tac,iless rain:
Keeling and recklcss-who cares VINO cares
~ Is over lato at the ranchman's gate
Iio and his fellows, perhaps score
Ma,S IN ~ rsadv blow AMI the random gun
1heros dead, dead conradel nothing moro'
III, dark chappareJos,
Aud blinking spurs
To dashcs past
With face oercas', , .,,,
And crowls in MS thloat-who cares VINO cares'
Auov ON tho range there Is little change
Ito blnRs In tho sun he hcrs 'n nIos, hehiind
NJ, a trail on tho wind creeps close DehInu,
And whispers that stagger and biancn tue h snu
Through the hum OF tho solemn Solemn hooh 10 n'"''
with his dark sombrero'
Ills stained chapparcJos,
And climbing spurs;
Uo slides down
Where tho grasses brown ,
Ma, bido his face, while no sobs-who cares'
mn. what caro- /, and what cares he
phis ia tho STAIN common ut last;
lilo is FREQ and vain OF his erids,rcin r,o,r.
OF his spurs, OF his gun, OF inc auirgruy piah'
With his gray sombrero,
Ills brown chipparejos,
And clln! Ing spurs;
InIo Cen,aur he speeds
Where tho Wild bull feeds; .,
h"" -" JOHN ANTRoBUs